Sweet Western Treasure

Bai Chuwei has lived for five thousand years, and after becoming an ancestor of all human beings, she descends the mountains and initiates the plot of a novel. 
A new female student is transferred into Henghua Secondary School Year 3. The young lady has bright eyes, white teeth, red lips and her appearance is similar to an immortal fairy. But unfortunately, she has Eighth-Grader Syndrome.
“The wealth of ten Duan Family added together does not even make up half of my combined wealth over the past five thousand years.”
“The first classic masterpiece of China? Oh I casually wrote that for fun two decades ago.”
“Scientific research isn’t comparable to flying in the skies with a sword. Today, this ancestor here shall teach everyone how to cultivate scientifically.”
The online lurkers reveal a snort of contempt and wait to see Bai Chuwei slapping herself in the face after acting so pretentiously. Eventually, the China Property Statistics Association reveals this particular information: The respected ancestor is the richest person in the world, owning the most number of gold mines, hundreds of islands, and countless property worldwide. 
China Writer’s Association: @Bai Chuwei, Respected ancestor, when will you continue updating your book after having stopped it for two centuries?

The Young Matriarch

But before Xu Li could speak, she was stunned by Duan Feihan's expression.


The man's deep black eyes stared fixedly at the group of trembling people in the office, among whom the troublesome Master Sun for the Unnatural Management Bureau was kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, with a look of having survived a great disaster.


And Bai Chuwei, she just stood there...


Bai Chuwei lightly scraped her own jaw with her fingers, and cooed reassuringly, "Hanhan, don't worry, even if a hundred more demonic cultivators like this one come, I could crush them instantly."


Duan Feihan stared at the smiling girl, suddenly feeling the vibration of his phone in his pocket. He took it out and glanced at it.


[Xingye: Uncle, how's Weiwei doing? Ahhhhh——]


Duan Feihan fell silent. How was Bai Chuwei?


She was doing very well, better than anyone.


Even an idiot like Xu Li could tell these two knew each other and were very close. It was clear Duan Feihan wouldn't help her!


Chapter 101: A Hasty Hundred Years Is but a Moment to Her